ii.) Twenty-One

I’ve outlived

myself and

grown in no

particular direction.

 

An appirition

with no business

at all

Though late onset,

I’d be in denial

if I didn’t just

call it angst now.

 

Although…

I’m still just

a caricature of

my eightteen year

old self.

 

As I become all the

more disillusioned

of my mortality.

 

By the chance

of my will, I

may grow into

myself and soul.

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